londoncallingrpg

And so she had become the Forgotten Queen of the Trooping Fae. Her grandfather's passing had come at a price and now she was some sort of royalty she didn't quite understand and Fin had gone blind again. It was nearly too much to take but Pippa was carrying on. What else could she do? The facts were the facts and no amount of fuss would change it. And she'd tried. She had power coursing through her now, all the time she felt it, and she'd tried to restore Fin's sight. It didn't work. Of course not. Why would it?

And then the dumb twit had gone back to stay with his stupid boyfriend. Pippa was outraged about that and she'd told Fin so. And that didn't work, either. Of course not. And so on that front she bit her tongue. Fin knew how she felt. It had little to do with keeping him close and everything to do with keeping him out of the treacherous prince's arms.

Pippa sighed softly and looked at her mobile that had just chirped. He newest client wanting a progress report. She needed something more concrete and so she sat down at the cafe on one of the dwindling nice days of the London summer, and she texted her client back.

It was striking, just how much she looked like Fin. And, of course, she'd been all over the papers thanks to the paps hounding Fin about his drug use and his blindness. The gentleman at the next table actually had a copy of the daily rag and she smiled at the photo on the cover.

If only life could be as dramatic as the paper made it seem. If only being queen meant something...

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From:

drfeelbad

House seemed to consider this for a moment. But the truth was, he really wanted to know how Fin was doing. The brief text exchange when House had heard on the news what happened to him had been Fin assuring him not to worry, but nothing else. And he certainly wasn't going to imply that he was concerned beyond the simple inquiry, which had taken him a while to decide to make anyway.

So he sat at the chair across from her with his enormous coffee, but didn't say anything straight away.

From:

pippa_flynn

Silence wasn't about to dampen her mood. She politely gathered her papers and photos of shadowy figures in grainy night time exposures and slipped it all into a folder and put it in her bag.

"How's things?" she asked. "Day off?"

From:

drfeelbad

"Heading home from," he said. "It's been a long day."

He hated small talk. So he sighed and asked, "How's Fin?"

From:

pippa_flynn

"Better. He's blind and that's troubling, but he's managing remarkably well. Though the paps are having a great time hounding him about his drug use and that fucking video," she replied lightly.

From:

drfeelbad

Troubling was not usually the word someone used for going blind.

"I care less about that," House said. "I don't take him for the sort that cares that much about what people think of him."

From:

pippa_flynn

"Then what, exactly, do you care about?" she asked, unsure if Fin had told him the whole tale of the two of them.

From:

drfeelbad

House wondered if she was fishing to see if he had feelings, or something. So he just told the truth, which is what he'd feel about any friend in this situation. Because House calling someone a friend meant he cared a lot about them.

"Whether he's still in danger," he said. Then paused and added, "Also I'm hoping he hasn't gone back to his prince."

From:

pippa_flynn

"He's not in danger, or any more can be helped," she replied. "And, yes, he's seeing that twat again."

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From:

drfeelbad

That made House scowl. As cynical as he was, it was not the answer he'd been expecting.

"Oh for fuck's sake," he muttered.

From:

pippa_flynn

"Exactly my thought," she replied. "But he's still living with me so that's something. He hasn't gone back to live with him. Thank God."

From:

drfeelbad

"But you think it's going to happen," House guessed.

From:

pippa_flynn

"I'm sure it will. It's just a matter of time," she scowled.

From:

drfeelbad

"If he does, I sure as hell hope he makes him suffer first," House said irritably.

From:

pippa_flynn

"If he doesn't, I will. Every day for the rest of forever," she said, the placid threat all the more menacing because of the pure peace that radiated from her. It wasn't a hate that burned. No. The serene chill of her hate for Willy resonated beyond her words or tone.

From:

drfeelbad

"That I do not doubt," House said after a moment. "You strike me as someone who knows how to make people suffer." He made this sound like a compliment.

From:

pippa_flynn

"When it's necessary," she confirmed with a nod. "And that shit deserves it for what he did to my brother."

From:

drfeelbad

Unrelated to their conversation, House winced visibly and then pulled the Vicodin bottle out of his pocket. As he shook two into his hand he said, "Well I'll leave that to you then. I'm sure whoever this guy is he could break me in two. Or, you know, abracadabra me or whatever."

From:

pippa_flynn

She eyed the pills curiously as he swallowed them down. It made her more curious about him than hateful to Willy.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked bluntly.

From:

drfeelbad

"So many people could provide you so many different answers to that question," House said dryly, then swallowed the pills and put the bottle back in his pocket. "But I'm guessing you mean the pills. My leg hurts." He knew she must have noticed the cane when they first met.

From:

pippa_flynn

"Well of course it does," she said, then sipped her coffee. "What do you take?"

From:

drfeelbad

"Vicodin," he said. Though of course, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about how it had felt to be pain-free, even if for a short time, when Fin had worked his magic on him. He desperately wanted to know if she could do the same thing.